The white eye
Of noon
This drought
Relentlessly
Keeps Choking
Illusions of leaves
Tumbling
You came to perish along with me
Praying for the rain, praying
Let us stumble through the dust
To whom to what whyever
To whom to what whyever
To whom to what whyever
Free me from this trepidation
Come
Allow me to cool a final fading
Spring turns believe me, trust me
At night we rise, but less every time
Paying for the rain, paying
Breathing in the dust
The stars might laugh forever
The stars might last forever
The stars might laugh forever
The stars might last forever